Words for Wednesday
The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.
The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words.
This month the words/prompts are supplied by Wisewebwoman and can be found here
This week's words/prompts are:
1.ambulance 2.bluebell 3.Sacristy 4. fountain
and/or:
1.magnificent 2.Connemara 3.castaway 4.trumpet
use either list or both, or mix and match, just have fun.
Charlotte has not yet provided a colour for December, but I will add it as soon as she does.
My own story will appear on this blog on Friday 5th.
An ambulance sped through the bluebell wood to Saint Elsie's Sacristy and parked next to the fountain. Saint Elsie's is part of the Pope Pius Convent which is home to around seventy nuns. It is a magnificent Gothic-style building that overlooks the Atlantic coast of Connemara where Saint Patrick was once a castaway - back in the mists of time. It was here also that the musician Nobby O'Toole grew up. Nobby taught the Irish nun Nainseadh Moloughney how to play her own trumpet. The ambulance had arrived to pick up the living saint Abbess Elsie herself. Once again she had fallen over running after a monk called Brother Jeating who lived in the monastery next door.
ReplyDeleteExcellent take, I had such a laugh thinking of her chasing the monk. Well done!
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DeleteYorkshire Pudding; 🤣🤣🤣🤣 thank you, this really lifted my day to a whole new level.
DeleteHeeheehee! This is a fun story and shows off your great sense of humor.
DeleteI love how these prompts are so open-ended—they spark ideas without feeling restrictive, which is exactly the kind of push writers need sometimes. I’m curious to see how you’ll weave them into a story, especially with such contrasting words like “Sacristy” and “trumpet” in the mix. It already makes me want to sit down and play with my own version. www.melodyjacob.com
ReplyDeleteMELODY JACOB; they are an interesting mix of words with each provider having a different spin on things.
DeleteGreat words to write with.
ReplyDeleteDVArtist; thay are and I hope they can add to my current story.
DeleteHere's mine all words used. Thanks for hosting River.
ReplyDeleteAll she was left with was their tiny summerhouse on the west coast of Ireland. Barren Connemara. He had gone off with his new young one and through some glitch of the law, he had secured their family home in Dublin for himself and his giggling blonde.
She despised the summerhouse, despised giving up her career for The Philanderer as she called him. She glanced at the dog, also abandoned. Oh God, now she had this responsibility too, another castaway. She clipped the leash on the mutt and threw her coat on and walked without knowing where she was going. She couldn’t help noticing the bluebells along the way, an azure blanket covering all the nearby hills. An ambulance whizzed by startling her and the dog, she soothed the agitated dog. OK Molly, she said. Molly licked her hand.
Up a gravel path she spotted the church, tiny but magnificent in its simple stone structure. In the tiny courtyard a little fountain was streaming crystals of water in the air. At the doorway was the stone angel Gabriel, trumpet raised. Over the archway, Saint Gabriel’s Parish Church, 1759.
She entered the sacristy within, Molly quiet beside her. As she bent over to light a candle she glanced down at the dog who was looking up at her, eyes moist, worried.
“We’re going to be just fine,” she said quietly, thinking of the little cottage and the hills and the fountain and Gabriel and her new companion, “He’s not worth the time of day.”
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I'm looking forward to reading everyone's take.
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Wisewebwoman; thank you, this brought tears to my eyes, a lifestyle lost and a new one beginning. I despise giggling blondes who take up with married men, but do wonder how long she will last before he spies another younger one.
DeleteThe summerhouse sounds delightful.
A tale too often told, you told it very well. I hope she has a beautiful life and he gets what is coming to him.
DeleteAs the ship entered the magnificent connemara carrying a castaway a trumpet announced it's arrival.
ReplyDeleteMike; well done. I'm going to have to look up Connemara to see it for myself.
DeleteI’ll work on it. And yes, Charlotte has posted her colour of the month, Thrash Pink.
ReplyDeletemessymimi; thank you, I saw the colour yesterday, it's gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your tales, all interesting.
ReplyDeleteMargaret D; thank you
DeleteFor those who need a link, mine is <a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2025/12/not-what-i-want-to-see-in-new-glove.html>over here.</a>
DeleteOh, sorry, my brain is empty, I´m looking forward to Friday!
ReplyDeleteIris; my brain is often empty too, that's when I build a sentence around just one word and hope other sentences follow.
DeleteHappy Writing!
ReplyDeleteThe Happy Whisk; thank you.
DeleteOh, sorry. I've been busy. Here's my link: Words for Wednesday. I'll return to read later on.
ReplyDeleteMy take on the prompts is here: A home for a castaway.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the prompts.
Have a lovely day.